Said She

Work was boring and steady today. I got bitched at by some crazed twat who wouldn’t even give me a reason for her bitching other than to say “you people suck and are screwing with my livesaving medications!” and demand to talk to someone who actually had a degree and worked at the store on a regular basis (Sundays we have a floater RPh who generally doesn’t have a clue about which patients need to be handled carefully). We also had one of our frequent flyers come in and complain that we give her horrible service and withold her meds and put her into withdrawal all the time; she generally comes into the store 3 days early for her painkillers saying that she’s out/it’s lost/was stolen, and because of her past history with being a lying waste of protoplasm we don’t listen to her shit anymore.

The RPh today showed up 20 minutes late and had no clue what she was doing. I asked her twice to unlock the safe so that I could put a drawer in the register and after the 2nd time I asked her if she’d done it yet, she pointed to the cabinet and said she’d unlocked the safe. I pointed to the 3′ tall, black steel structure with the giant combination lock dial on it and said “that’s the safe, and I need it opened.” Later I had to ask her to please stop printing out labels and ringing people out and to just verify the things that I’d already filled and I’d handle the rest of the stuff because were getting backed up. She also left a phoned in script sitting in the voicemail system for about 90 minutes, which created a clusterfuck of issues because the patient turned up expecting it to be filled and then the doctor called up and chewed me out when I answered the phone (because I must be in charge because I picked up the phone) because we’d told the patient it hadn’t been received yet. Now, it wouldn’t have been filled anyway because the drug isn’t something that we keep on hand in the first place, but then after I managed to convince her that yes, she really did need to talk to the doctor because she’s the one who takes the prescriptions off the voice mail, not me, she flat-out lied to the doctor about how it had just been received by the phone system, so I know that one’s going to come back and bite us in the ass. I’m pretty sure that that doctor call was related to the “live-saving medication” bitch I spoke to earlier. Thankfully she doesn’t usually work in this area so chances are good I’ll never need to babysit her again. I wrote a note to the RPh for tomorrow letting her know what was up with the angry twats, and hopefully I’ll be able to see exactly what sort of shit she fucked up.

As a completely random note, Eddie has a fantastic ass. His glutes are just the perfect size to cup in your hand and give a gentle sqeeze to, like you would when testing the ripeness of an eggplant.

Yesterday we went to one of the local thrift store and bought materials for Christmas presents. Then we hit up the craft store to buy more materials for gifts, as well as pick up some more yarn for the afghan. I let Eddie know that he will be helping me sew the stars together. Then we went to Mom’s house and set up her inflatable penguins, made a chocolate cake, had a great dinner of ham and scalloped potatos, and watched Superman Returns, which was actually pretty good. There was some debate on the way home about the Christ-theme in the movie (Jor-El sends his only son to Earth to save mankind, death/ressurection, crucifiction poses, etc) which progressed to discussion about whether or not Jesus had laser-beam eyes, x-ray vision, and if Jesus was Superman, and Earth tools/weapons won’t work on Superman, then how were they able to nail him to the cross?

Yep. If I believed in it I’d be hellbound for sure.

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